Novel & Cerita Supreme Zerg Lord Chapter 22

“The inclusion of you 2 makes your squad a complete squad of 20 high-grade warriors. Good luck knight, be alert and always be prepared for battle. From Knight General Maxwell. Kalen finally snapped out of his daze, only to find Knight Corporal Zayn glaring at him again. He cursed under his breath on seeing this. He coughed a few times, as he tried to ignore the Knight Corporal this time while going forward to greet his new teammates. “2nd rank high-grade warriors have terrifying minds; their brain’s processing power is countless times faster than mine. He probably finished his video for a while,” Kalen thought, he found it funny.

His words slithered from his lips, a chilling proclamation that echoed through the basement. "Do you understand why I've managed to thrive in this game for so long?" he asked, the malevolence in his voice sending shivers through Georgina's body. Her gaze remained locked with his, unable to break free from the hypnotic hold of his words. Marcelo extended his hand to Antonio, and a silent exchange transpired between the two men, as if they communicated with a language of understanding that excluded all others. The metallic glint of a bullet passed from Antonio's hand to Marcelo's, each movement deliberate and devoid of hesitation. Georgina, caught in the intricate dance of the malevolent figur

Carter said to himself while sending a message to his grandmother. "Granny, we need to dispatch Chad as soon as possible," he messaged the elder Smith. Chad had seen Carter hidden at the back of the curtain. He whispered to Rouge," You have a snake inside your mansion, Tito Rouge." Rouge widened his eyes. Perhaps it's about time to ask for Chad's protection for Chelsey and Carina. "I know. Thank you for arriving this early so we could plan. I cannot protect my wife and daughter anymore," Rouge wiped out his tears.

Chapter 8: The Final Confrontation As Elara and Aric ventured deeper into the citadel, they encountered twisted creatures and vile abominations that sought to thwart their progress at every turn. But with each foe they vanquished, their resolve only grew stronger, fuelled by the knowledge that the fate of the world depended upon their success. Finally, they reached the heart of the citadel, where the Dark Lord awaited them upon a throne of blackened bones. His eyes burned with malevolent fury as he beheld the intruders who dared to challenge his reign.

"But the survival tricks aren't going to be enough anymore, Zane. The Seventh Seat is dead, but the Sigen Lord knows you're breathing. The seal on your marrow is cracking." She extended her hand, her fingers glowing with a fierce, brilliant gold fire that made the whole garden vibrate, the light casting sharp shadows across her face and turning her, for a moment, into someone I barely recognized. "I'm going to prepare you fully for what's coming," she said, her voice dropping into a blunt, sharp tone that sounded exactly like a commander facing a war. "Stand up, Zane. Let's fix your core."

“I was the Void Lord’s most trusted servant. I’ve been waiting for this moment—waiting for him to be destroyed so I can take his place. With this last key, I will merge all keys into one, and I will become the ruler of all worlds. All life will bow to me. All death will be mine to command.” He raised the last key and threw it into the air. It floated above the rift, its dark power merging with the rift’s, making it grow until it covered half the sky. From the rift, dark creatures emerged—beings of death and shadow, their eyes empty, their hands reaching for the city below.

Things are finally in control and some things are about to change. ---END OF CHAPTER TWENTY TWO---

"The shifters who didn't come back after the Release. Tritons." A woman stepped forward. Her skin was so thin Aradaa could see the black blood pumping through her heart. She didn't bow. She didn't speak. She stared at them with a predatory stillness that made Aradaa’s internal Void-Field scream. "You took the light from the sky," her voice was a wet gurgle, echoing through the chamber. "But the empires in the South... they didn't stop. They just went deeper. They built a Hive in the dark, Scholar. They are eating the planet’s heart to restart the Format."

Below me, I can feel the axe handle melting from the acid. "The weak point!" Arlo yells. "The pale spot on the belly!" Good to know. The Zerg snaps its head back to bite me. I use the momentum to slide down its side, swinging underneath its belly. I grip the melting axe handle with both hands. I see the pale spot. CRUNCH. The axe buries itself deep into the soft tissue. The Zerg lets out a deafening screech. Its body convulses violently. Its six legs kick the air in a frenzy. The light in its multifaceted eyes dies out.

The drone, now directly overhead, emitted a high-pitched whine, a triumphant song of impending assimilation. Bima fought through the haze, forcing his gaze downward, past the shimmering Nectar, towards the terrifying depths where the 'serpent's root' lay hidden. He knew, with chilling certainty, that this direct assault was Core Prime's desperate attempt to prevent them from reaching that ancient entity.